I managed to move to our new house on Thursday and do quite a bit for the move—it was a pretty good day for me. By that evening, though, I came down with some sort of illness that is hanging around quite inconveniently. The nausea I mention in a subsequent post is out of control and I’m so weak I’ve been bedridden the last three days, four if you include today.
My doctor suspects toxicity of the remaining drugs and it makes sense as I get sicker after I take the remaining meds ( 55 mg Lamictal and 3 mg Klonopin) at night. I have been waking repeatedly sick as a dog and drinking a ton of ginger tea which helps me get back to sleep a bit before I wake and need more. I feel a bit better by late afternoon but as soon as I take my meds at around 6 pm I get grossly ill again within a few hours.
So I have not been able to unpack or enjoy my new home. I have an appt. with my doc tomorrow. I’m hoping for the best. That she will be able to direct me towards health again. We’ve made some changes in my nutritional regimen already and at some point I suppose I will be withdrawing again.
I wrote the three last posts all Thursday night before this all began. So basically I’m out of comission now and don’t know when I’ll be back. I’m premenstrual again, which always makes this shit worse. I feel angry that I’m so unable to do what I want. I haven’t even left my house in three days. And we moved to town so I could get out and about more easily.
I don’t expect this to last. Crap never lasts. But wanted to let you know it’s not all a piece of cake just yet and I may not be writing for a bit.
Thanks for all your support as of late.